Kristie Lewis


In Memory






Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there... I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow... I am the diamond glints of snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain... I am the gentle autumn rain. I am the whisper of waves on the shore... I am the moonlight that fades in the morn, And slowly releases the luminescent rays, a rainbow of colours to lighten your way. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight... I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there... I did not die.









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